My dears!

It seems our beloved blog is becoming a bloth! How ridiculous and unfair. And you know what happens to bloths? They die a slow and painful death. At the hands of google executives.
And this, my friends, is why we must keep posting!
So... um... something of value? Anyone?

Here's a poem!

Nobody Knows, Just We Two

Daddy

Rubs my back and

Croons songs that haven’t

Been sold in twenty years

Except on the hidden

Discount racks.

Slowly,

He unrolls me

Where I’m wound tight,

Crumpled on the floor like

An unborn child.

He eases me back,

Holding me

Close to him.

As if I am five and

I fell off my bicycle.

Singing

He dances me in slow

Side to side motions.

If I could cry,

I would be allowed to

Cover his shirt with water and salt.

Instead,

I listen, breathing in

His scent and his voice.

He doesn’t ask,

Only answers.

He dances me around the

Kitchen, repeating the

Same songs over again,

Like one of his old records

Stuck on a single point.

I don’t mind,

Even when he forgets the

Words and has to hum them

Or, worse, substitutes his own.

He resolutely sings me down

Until I feel human again.